I could forgive, I could be forgiven
Perhaps that was the whole of it after all
Perhaps being forgiven was just forgiving
Only no one had ever told me
There was nothing else needful
Forgiving equals being forgiven:
The secret of the universe
Do not, whatever you do, forget.
The past was folded up
And in the twinkling of an eye,
Everything had been changed
And made beautiful and good.
(Source: yourchuckgirl, via sebastian-samuel)